I remember it all too well-taylor swift fanfic: T saves a teenage girl from hell

"After an accurate revision of the accidents I declared the sentence.
Mr Luciano Rossi is sentenced to six months in jail and two of home arrests. I declare this case over."

Tay's pov
I can't believe this. It's not fair, it's too little for what he did
"Honor it's a punishment a little too gentle for what he did" I say
"Mss Swift I've already talked with your lawyers and I insist in my decision. You have too small proofs of what you say he did for a stronger sentence."
That's totally unfair. He destroyed her. I found myself screaming things I never thought I would say laud. They drag me away. I'm in our limo, I'm still throwing a tantrum and vent with my lawyers. I can't believe it. All we did was worth nothing. I'm crying almost sobbing. I'm reacting without even considering how Ell is feeling. Wait where is she? Oh god they dragged me away without ell. My daughter is still in there.

Ell's pov
6 months. I always knew it. I'm not even angry, I'm just sorry. I'm sorry for Taylor because she did her best. She is screaming. I'm sorry for the judge that was involved with this. She is also crying while screaming. I'm sorry for the juridical system. They're dragging her away telling me to follow, I do not. I'm sorry for how much the world is corrupted. I hear my uncle telling Taylor "no body, no crime. Remember Swift, you said it too". I'm even sorry for my uncle.
I'm in a weird state of calm. I'm sorry for everyone that will have to deal with my uncle even once in their life. The world sucks.
"Hey pretty hope you'll enjoy those 8 months but remember, great things doesn't last long" my uncle says to me while police is taking him out the courtroom directed to prison. I'm defeated. I can't believe I was always right.
My thoughts are interrupted by one of Tay's bodyguards telling me to follow him. I do it this time.

We are in the limo heading to our apartment, Tay's staring to her hands, her eyes are full of rage. I'm watching out of the window, asking myself if I will ever see my uncle again. I think I unfortunately will.
We sit still. In silence. No one has the courage to tell anything.

"Ladies we arrived" the driver says. She storm out of the car, I thank the driver and the bodyguard.
The few seconds in the elevator felt like forever. We are at our floor, the 7th. Taylor throw a punch on the wall of our apartment. Another one comes in a few seconds, then another one. "Taylor" another one. "Mum please calm down" another one. I grab her by the shoulder and hold her. She's crying, hard. "I'm sorry I did everything I could, you don't deserve this" I say nothing because there's nothing to say, "I'm sorry to be the one crying" I stay still without opening my mouth. I check her hands, they're bleeding, especially the right one. It's my turn to be the one comforting the other. I'm not very good at it tho.

I let her sit on the sofa, I can't get her to stop crying but at least she stopped freaking out and throwing things. I medicate her hands, I hand her a cup of camomille. I go in the kitchen trying to compose myself and I hear a crash in the living room. Taylor throw her mug on the floor, it shattered into pieces.
"Don't worry I'll clean up for you later" I hug her.
She pulls from the hug "I'm going to bed" she says. I know it's a total different situation but this reminds me the first days with my father after my mother died.
Taylor throws another punch on the wall. I can hear it from here.

I'm suddenly five again. Dad came home from the hospital and he didn't say a word to me. For three days. We barely ate for days, I didn't know what was going on. He wasn't talking to me, taking me to school and neither did he took care of my needs. I started to learn things to survive. I learned how to make pasta from a youtube video. I wasn't the kind of child that throw tantrums. I was invisible actually. I went shopping alone the first time at 6. There was this cashier that always asked me about my parents, she gave me candy almost all the time, she was the only one concerned for me, the only one that hugged me that year. I learned how to order delivery food at 7. The delivery guy almost took advantage of me. Almost thankfully.
I'm suddenly 8 again, desperate for help with my maths. I ask my dad, he doesn't even look at me, the only times he spoken to me in the past two years were only when he had to lend me money. It's not that I didn't want a conversation with him, actually I was desperate for some kind of affection.
I came home with a bad grade in maths, he yelled at me. He took me to my uncle house. I stayed there for four weeks. At first I really enjoyed my time there, they spoke to me, they cooked for me, they took me to school everyday. I wasn't invisible anymore, unfortunately. After a week or two they started to despise me, he hit me a few times those weeks. Nothing more. Dad came to take me home, what's home I asked myself. I was 8.
By the time I turned 10 you could count the days I was home with my dad on the palm of a hand. My dad was never a bad person, he was only an addicted person, alcohol, drugs, any kind. He couldn't take care of me anymore. My uncle's house was now my permanent house.

Taylor throws a punch on the wall, "PLEASE TAYLOR STOP IT" I yell. I can't stay here now, I have to distract myself, I'm going for a run "TAY I'M GOING FOR A RUN" no response.

It's about 10 in the evening now, I haven't eaten since yesterday, I totally forgot, that's probably the reason of my dizziness. I ignore it. Fuck paps, I forgot the fact that people now recognize me. Those stupid flashes. Great now everyone's gonna have photos of me in these orribile conditions. I run back home, I'm crying for the fact that I can't even go for a run, I need my runs. I'm too dizzy I can't going on running. I sit on a bench in a park hoping no one will see me. I need to call Taylor. Fuck my phone is dead. Thankfully I just recognize this park, it's near Marta's house, my best friend. I'm heading there.

She hugs me as soon as she sees me. I vent to her, I tell her everything that happened today, from the trial to Taylor's punches. She hugs me tightly.
"Honey Taylor is probably worried sick if your phone is dead, we should tell her you're here" she got a point, she hands me her phone telling me to call her
"I never memorized her number"
"Okay we'll wait for your phone to charge"
I fall asleep